For Asgard!

It was even harder to imagine Thor actively participating in the arts and crafts part of a fertility celebration. Sif raised both eyebrows, amused. "Thor was doing this?" She chuckled. Sif had refrained from celebrating at all, not feeling very up for a fertility celebration when everything in her body was upside down - or the other way around, as it were.

"You do, do you?" Ah there it was, a hint at how bad she was at understanding nuance, perhaps. It was to be expected eventually. She was about to ask for clarification when Loki actually made a joke at her expense that she did not feel offended by. In fact, perhaps due to her good spirits or perhaps simply because it was funny, it made her throw her head back and laugh. "Then I suppose you could simply remove your coat and wave your arms around."

Sif drank some more while Loki explained about his recently acquired reading habits, and then tilted the bottle in his direction in case he wanted a sip. It did not escape Sif's notice that this was, by far, the strangest thing she had done barring having been turned into a man. She could hardly remember the last time she and Loki had simply sat somewhere chatting casually. She seemed to have forgotten how much she had missed it until just now. "You've found an interest for Midgardian fiction? How is it?"